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Mrs. Quintana's face turned pale as she stared at the bullet hole in the wall and the broken whip in her hand.

"Everyone, get ready!" she shouted, clutching her head and instinctively trying to find cover, momentarily forgetting about Nina.

Panic spread among the others. Those used to living in a war-torn area often reacted to gunfire or even the sound of fireworks as if a battle had begun. But nothing followed.

Mrs. Quintana peeked out cautiously, trying to understand what had happened. Nina saw a tall man stride in through the window. His expression was stern and unyielding as he opened the door, his imposing presence dominating the room.

Mrs. Quintana froze in place. "Mr. Joker... why are you here?"

Mr. Joker was the right-hand man of the boss's son. Now he was here in person, which explained why someone had dared to fire a gun in this area.

Mr. Joker stopped in front of Nina and said coldly, "This person is not to be harmed."

hesitated, stunned by the realization

hesitation, Joker's eyes flashed with anger. "Didn't you

yes, I heard," Mrs. Quintana stammered, immediately complying

to her spot. She was about to speak when Mr. Joker signaled, and Mrs. Quintana followed him out. Nina could

second warning to Mrs. Quintana. "You'd better listen. I'll be watching. If

Mr. Joker,

count on me," Mrs. Quintana replied, clearly terrified. Mr. Joker was known to be close to the boss's son, and

another word, Mr. Joker kicked Mrs.

the air, but she didn't dare

at her as he turned and walked away. Shortly after, he made a call. "Sir, I've taken care

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immediately when she asked for supplies. They gave her whatever she needed. She gently applied ointment to the